6 - Five Years Ago: Fate

Ava’s POV

I didn’t know that sex could feel so good. A tiny part of me worries that it’s just because this man is a stranger. That I’m enjoying the thrill of risk. But I know it’s more than that. His hand is on my hip as he pushes slowly within. My body is tight, walls clenching around him as I gasp. He feels hot, hard and enormous. I gasp, adjusting to the size of the man, feeling myself stretch in accommodation. There’s no pain, only a delicious sense of fulfillment, a strange completeness. He pauses, head bowed against my collar, his breath against my skin. Is it possible to love a stranger? He’s waiting for me, I know it, I can sense it. I can feel his care and consideration as the muscles beneath his skin are tightly bunched.

The same hesitation before he joined us. I turn, kissing his cheek. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me.

‘I’m alright,’ I murmur against his skin and feel the ripple of desire shiver over his skin. As though all the muscles tighten for a heat beat before relaxing and he starts to move. Goddess. I’m seeing stars, I never knew what that meant before, but with every rough stroke they’re dancing in front of my eyes in tiny flashing points of light. He thrusts against me, easing back and forth and I can’t hold back my cries of pleasure. It’s hard to compare to what this normally feels like, because I can’t hold onto my thoughts. They’re tumbling through the air, out of reach and I give up trying to think. To make sense of what is happening.

I surrender to the intoxicating scent of the man, the sense of his strong arms around me. His hand curled in my hair, pulling until it hurts, just a little. Just enough. Each stroke has me clinging to him. I can’t even remember what I’m supposed to do with my hands. Seren is lost, her essence mingled with the wolf of his aura and I can sense this man on the edge of my awareness. The driving urge of his desire and I meet it with my own. It’s urgent, frantic, sweaty sex beneath the blood moon, and no matter, what I’m never going to regret this moment.

He moves faster, dropping his hand from my hair to my breasts. He squeezes the lace over hard nipples and I cry out again. The lace is wet against my skin, after his teasing ministrations. The tiny buds are sensitive and I bite my lip as he scratches a nail over the tip and I shudder. It’s too much, my senses are overwhelmed. I’ve been racing to the edge of ecstasy with this man and he pulls me over the edge with him. I hold my hand over my face, biting my palm as I gasp and arch. Losing control as I shudder beneath him. Wave after wave of delicious orgasm sweeping through my body. I can’t see past the stars, I can’t breathe. My walls clench around him, my knees press to his hips as I moan, breathless as he strokes back and forth again, teasing me before he too, comes undone.

He leans down, balancing himself on his elbows as he looks down at me. Still buried within. I’ve just had sex with a stranger. The high of insanity is wearing off quick but he gently pulls my hand away from my mouth and looks down at me. His eyes meet mine. Goddess, they’re so green, it’s like they’re glowing in the moonlight.

‘Don’t hide from me,’ he whispers, his own breath shaking. ‘You’re so beautiful.’

And just like that he strips away my insecurity once more. I hold his gaze, staring into his face. Taking in his features. I reach out, all my teasing and false bravado falling away. This is a face that I could love. That any woman might love. Maybe that’s his game. Maybe he chases women, seduces them and moves on again. I’m not going to overthink this, I promise myself. I’m not going to read into it. He’s a stranger. My perfect stranger. He’s a rebound from Josh and all that heartache. Funny how for the last ten minutes I’ve not thought about Josh at all though. Until now, Josh was my first and only lover. I let out a breath. I thought it was the same for him, I was obviously wrong.

‘I can see you thinking,’ he breathes and bends down to kiss me. I realise that I didn’t answer him and flush. I kiss him back. The movements are slow and sweet, tender as his mouth sweeps over mine. He’s still in my body and he moves, as though to withdraw and I slide my hands down his shirt, grinning as I notice that we’re both still partially dressed. He’s wearing his shirt, and my dress is bunched up around my middle. Heat floods my cheeks, along with the rest of my body as he tilts his head to the side, drawing back to look at me again. ‘Are you alright?’ He asks, soft and serious.

‘This is the best night of my life,’ I reply and immediately feel my cheeks burn even brighter. The truth has escaped me, and I blame Seren for making me speak it. But it sounds both ridiculous and pathetic to my own ears. I expect him to pull away, to walk off, looking back at me like I’m some crazy girl who has gotten attached way too fast. But he doesn’t. He just bends and kisses me again. His hands are in my hair again, stroking his burly fingers through the girls. If this is a pity kiss, then I’m going to make it last. I kiss him back, lips parted beneath his tongue.

Only the kiss isn’t stopping and his hips are moving again. Goddess, he’s hard again and we’re going for round two. This is madness, but my body sings in response. He’s moving slower this time, savouring each moment and dragging out each thrust to the tip. His mouth moves over my jaw, down my neck and I feel the graze of his teeth again. Just a tiny, tantalising little scratch and I want to beg him to bite me. But I hold back, being marked by a stranger would be a step beyond insanity.

Then he’s pulling away, and for a moment I’m lying on the grass, looking up at him. Confused, disappointed before he shrugs out of he unbuttoned shirt and throws it to one side. Then he reaches for me and I’m malleable, putty in his hands as he rolls me onto my front and encourages me to my knees. He kisses down my spine, laughing as he brushes away some stray strands of grass that are stuck to my skin. But his fingers dance over the zipper of my dress and he unfastens it. It’s a relief not to have it tight around my middle anymore and he pulled the fabric up, over my head, then finally pulls away my panties from my ankles and see’s them discarded. He’s kneeling behind me and I bite my bottom lip as I feel the tip of him lining up with my entrance once more.

He fucks me from behind, slow. His arms wrapped around my body as he pulls me up on my knees. His lips pressed against the frantic pulse at the base of my neck. My heart is racing so fast that it hurts. He strokes his hands back and forth over my breasts and my body is tight, straining with arousal, desperate for release. Until he pinches my nipple and it’s just enough pain to keep orgasm at bay. Just enough distraction as he thrusts back and forth, my bottom bouncing against his hips. Then his left hand eases down my torso, grazing through the landing strip of curls that cover my pubic bone. I hold my breath, every part of my awareness focused on his touch, his fingertips as they press against the burning nub at the apex of my legs, stroking back and forth, coated in the slick warm juices that we’ve created together. It’s too much again and I jolt at the next touch. Coming hard and fast as I turn and bury my face against his neck. My arm looped up and around him, clinging to him for balance. His free arm wrapped around my chest, stopping me from falling as his head tips back and his moan meets the rays of the blood moon. He pulses deep within me, I can feel him throbbing against my walls. It’s a good job. I'm not superstitious. Because we’re bathed in moonlight and I can feel his aura wrapping around mine, protective.

If I was superstitious, I’d think that the goddess had planned this for us. That this mad and magical night, was meant to be.